All Things Pass

 



drop by drop mountains submit
ground shifts, water erodes 

erodes all
all except the memories 

salt tears bring done walls of stone
pain washing against them in waves 

the sands of time slip past 

grain upon grain
image behind image of past
events, names, faces... 

until the pain is a lullaby
soft rhythm of melancholy
gentle drops recalling life
come and gone

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